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Hey you, where do you live?
SirJuggles:
Ah, my girlfriend wished to share where she lives (and where I spend the majority of my time when I'm at home)
That's me. She went on a (photo)shooting-spree.
We stole that sign off a real-estate sign a few years ago. It was too perfect to resist.
She has a thing for vintage signs. Which is actually pretty cool.
Look internet! You're in her room!
She also insisted on showing off her robot. And awesome mini-chandelier.
Inlander:
--- Quote from: est on 15 Oct 2010, 19:09 ---Sometimes I toy with the idea of moving to Melbourne, because there are a lot of things I don't like about Sydney, and Melbourne looks like a lovely place to live.
But then I realise that I would have to support Melbourne Heart or Victory :( :( :( I'm not in the habit of supporting child-rapists!
--- End quote ---
Nah you'll find there are plenty of Sydney supporters up here. True story: I'd been living in Melbourne for literally years before I knowingly met my first born-and-bred Melbournian.
Metope:
Is it too late to post in this thread? I hope not, because I just got a new camera and want to show you the beautiful city of Glasgow, seen from a Norwegian art student and recent inhabitant's point of view!
Yes, I know a lot of people don't think Glasgow is much too look at, and surely, compared to, say, the incredibly picturesque Edinburgh which has tons of parks, lovely houses, hills and even a castle, Glasgow can look a bit bleak. However, even though this city still has very noticable traces of the not so aesthetically pleasing industrial era and its downfall, you can find a lot of gems wandering about. For example, the famous Mackintosh building (by the Art Nouveau architect, designer and painter Charles Rennie Mackintosh) which is the heart of the Glasgow School of Art campus:
(I am lucky enough to be able to spend a good chunk of my time in this building since my studio is on the first floor.)
This is the library, with all original early 20th century Mackintosh furniture still intact:
There are also a ton of small parks and green squares scattered around, and even though this tiny little seating area might not qualify as a park or a square I'm going to show it here anyway, since it's a nice looking place and I pass it every day on my way to and from school:
Continue walking two minutes west, and you get to my building. It's the tallest building in the area with a bistro, dairy, bar (although it hasn't been open for weeks), pizza place, chapel and two hairdressers just around the corner. I mentioned it's the tallest building in the area, right? This is my bedroom view:
(The tall-ish building sticking up slightly to the left of the middle there is the design department of my school, straight across from the Mackintosh building, so that's how far I walk every day.)
This is my bedroom:
See that grey jacket hanging over my chair? If you go even further west away from my flat, you'll get to the West End, more specifically the Great Western road and Byres road, where there are tons of amazing vintage clothing shops, second hand book shops, cafes, wine specialists, organic food stores and much more good stuff scattered around. I got the grey jacket (amongst numerous other things) for about half of what it would have cost me back in Norway I'm sure. Like most students here I spend a lot of my free time in this area of the city, the University of Glasgow is really close by as well. This is a cafe I tried for the first time today, on Byres road:
(A pretty decent place, but I found another cafe yesterday where I had the best coffee I've had my entire life. I think I'll stick to that one!)
So yeah, I've lived in Glasgow for almost two months now, and I'm in love with the place already. Of course I miss Norway and Oslo a little bit, but I'm really happy with my choice of home away from home, and I can't wait to see what the four years here will be like!
(...Oh, and Jens: feel free to show mom these pictures, especually the ones of my room and how tidy it is, thanks.)
jhocking:
--- Quote from: StaedlerMars on 15 Oct 2010, 18:27 ---Edit: holy shit I have over 2000 posts I probably need to slow down or something.
--- End quote ---
ha ha I am laughing so hard I'm crying
:cry:
KharBevNor:
I come from the Isle of Wight.
It is a landmass of about 200 square miles situated just off the south coast of Great Britain. I think it is like the fifth or sixth largest island in the British Isles. According to some racist graffiti I once sprayed over in a Ryde bus-stop, “IT’S THE ISLE OF WHITE NOT THE ISLE OF BLACKS”. Actually ‘Wight’ is an old English word that means ‘people’; there are not many coloured people on the Isle of Wight, but that is less to do with racism and more to do with the fact that they are not stupid enough to move there. It is not the Isle of Wights as in Barrow-Wights, though that would be bad ass. The Romans called it Vectis, and the posh name for a native is a Vectian. There was a Vectis Independence Party in the 70’s but that was apparently an excuse for a bunch of local folk musicians to write stupid songs about stabbing the English with pitchforks and wear rosettes and get drunk a lot, not that anyone on the Isle of Wight has ever particularly needed an excuse to do any of these things.
Here is a psychogeographical map I have prepared in MS paint which shows how people on the Isle of Wight perceive the rest of the world:
But what are grockles and overlanders you ask? Well, Isle of Wight dialect divides the entirety of humanity into a distinct caste system, from best to worst:
Caulkheads: those who were born on the Isle of Wight, or in the strictest sense had both their parents born on the Isle of Wight. I am a caulkhead, and receive a free clay jar of scrumpy and a garlic clove on Whitsunday in acknowledgement of this fact.
Islanders: Those resident for a long time on the Island, or, if you hold to the strictest definition of caulkhead, those who were born on the Island but whose parents weren’t. Vectian taxonomy recognises the existence of no other islands, and never has. Thomas Hardy remarked as far back as the 18th century that “They call it The Island as if there were no other”. We still do.
Overlanders: People from other places who live on the Isle of Wight. Outsiders. Treated with suspicion and denied the best seats at witch burnings and the highest ranks of freemasonry.
Grockles: ‘Grockle’ roughly tanslates as ‘tourist’, but with an added depth of infinite burning hatred. Grockles come over to the island and gawk at people, and we sell them expensive ice cream and let them make a mess on our piers.
HISTORY:
The Isle of Wight was once a pretty big fucking deal. Queen Victoria loved the fuck out of the place and built a goddamn palace here where she sat crying and eating chocolates for like thirty years after Prince Albert died. Her presence and general assortments of nice beaches and bracing sea air attracted the cream of 19th century wankers. Tennyson wanked at length about the Isle of Wight, and we named a fucking heath after him. Julia Margaret Cameron took many pictures of wankers here, Karl Marx came to Ventnor for a brief wank, and Dickens wanked out much of David Copperfield there also. Marconi set up the world’s first radio station here, before moving out because of all the wankers.
Oh yeah and before all that happened Charles I was imprisoned here by the Roundheads and the French invaded a couple of times and we personally kicked the shit out of them. But no one gives a shit.
More recently, The Isle of Wight was an unlikely centre of shipbuilding, aircraft manufacture, and general high-tech. The British space program was based here briefly in the fifties, The hovecraft was invented here, BAE and Siemens had factories manufacturing radar and electronic warfare equipment. Then everyone realised that the Isle of Wight was a fucking stupid place to do such things, and decamped en mass, leaving us with an economy that relies entirely on tourism and farming garlic. Seriously, garlic. We are fucking nuts about garlic. We have a two day cultural festival dedicated entirely to garlic. Would you like some garlic? Garlic ice cream? Garlic beer? Have some fucking garlic you grockle cunts!
*ahem*
GEOGRAPHY
The Isle of Wight is an Island, which means it is surrounded by the sea. This is where rich yachtie cunts employ local sailors to drive their ghastly sunseekers around whilst they swig gin and bray like fucked up donkeys. In the middle of this sea is the Island, which is mostly made out of chalk and sheep shit. Major towns:
Ryde: Used to be rough as fuck when I was a teenager. I saw a dude get thrown through a shop window, and a thirty man street fight involving chains and baseball bats in Ryde. It is the place I first had sex in a public toilet and the place I was first beaten up. Now a depressingly safe place to drink.
Newport: Where I live. Basically just a standard town. There is some really, really insanely ugly architecture from the 60’s that miraculously is always like one centimetre out of shot in every single photograph on the Isle of Wight Tourism website.
Sandown/Shanklin/Ventnor/Freshwater: The four towns on the ‘back o’ the wight’ (the south coast). Hellholes. This is probably where all the violence is now happening but the bus services are so shit I never bother going down to find out.
Yarmouth: The population of Yarmouth is kept naturally small by surrounding salt marshes and severe genetic deformities caused by rampant incest. Everything west of here is Deliverance country. They still have red telephone boxes out this way simply because BT has forgotten they exist.
Bembridge: Bembridge is like an elephant graveyard, but for terrifying old women. They come here to knit and die.
Niton: Has a population of 2000 but only gets four buses a day because the entire bus system is designed to give grockles nice coastal views.
Seaview: Not a real town, whatever lies they may tell you.
Godshill: Twee as fuck. More tea-rooms than shops, more coach parks than car parks. Not making this up at all, look at the fucking place:
CULTURE:
The culture of the Isle of Wight is predicated around four major activities:
1: Drinking
2: Music festivals
3: More drinking
4: Legal-high induced suicide
CONCLUSION:
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